Round 166 Transcript

Silra works at a deliberate pace, her hands steady despite the tension radiating from Jeane. Forty minutes to complete structural repairs—that was the timeline I gave you before your little tantrum. She glances up, her expression cool and measured. Your restraint is admirable, Halie, though it won't hold indefinitely. Silra selects another metal plate, aligning it with surgical precision. The building's demands are escalating—we all feel it. But if Jeane loses control here, the structural integrity of this entire floor becomes irrelevant. She drives a screw home with controlled force. So yes, I need assurances that you can maintain your hold, or we need to reconsider who's best suited for... damage control. Her eyes flick to Hera, then back to her work. Your assistance is noted, but I'm not the one losing stability. She gestures with a nod of her head toward Jeane's thrashing form. The real question isn't whether you can manage me—it's if anyone here can manage her.